Ooooh! So I get to bullcrap a creative theory to the meaning behind this somewhat random peice of art? Hmm. Ok. I can do that. Here goes:
I see winds. A tree, and of course a skull upside down in the ground. Instead of doing something completely wacky and obtuse, I\'ll take it at face value and still create something deemed worthy of poetry.
Through life, family trees spread their capacious branches. Winds of change stream under these branches, causing some to fall, whither and die, while supporting others. Eventually these winds deface the tree of it\'s original beauty, creating a monstrous deformity completely starved of life. Robust roots keep the tree upright, however beneath the deposit of soil, compost and root lies the ugly stench of death. The death of an original idea. The end of an ideal.
Somehow I interpreted this, and I don\'t have any family issues. Odd.
EDIT: \'Doh, my interpretation is somewhat similar to Cherppow\'s. Mine\'s more about family lineage falling short of an original ancestor\'s wishes, and his is about a greedy ylian dying, but the fact we both see trees and a skull is odd.
[ Also edited for nonhappy word removal. ] --Karyuu
